1 All praise to Thee, Eternal Lord,
Clothed in a garb of flesh and blood;
Choosing a manger for Thy throne,
While worlds on worlds were Thine alone.

2 A little Child, Thou art our Guest,
That weary ones in Thee may rest:
Forlorn and lonely is Thy birth,
That we may rise to heaven from earth.

3 Thou comest in the darksome night
To make us children of the light,
To make us, in the realms divine,
Like Thine own angels round Thee shine.

5 All this for us Thy love hath done;
By this to Thee our love is won:
For this we tune our cheerful lays,
And sing our thanks in ceaseless praise.

Amen.